"knitwear" poems
Excuse my drifting-
I didn't mean to kiss you like that,
I was just trying to swallow the space between us somehow
because I think tonight the moon was stillborn.
All the tides seem broken.
The space is dragging with plaintive collectibles=
complacency in yellow-teeth cliffsides, and all the empty shells
in which we'd listened for the corners of our ocean
and heard it ebbing, relenting, reaching.
It rippled on our skins and made us twinkle then.
Now I'm missing you, the grating bottle-glass shards
are what my headaches are made of
and are what fill up my shoes.
When our spines unravelled, I heard rain-
letter-writing weather, bathtub weather,
knitwear-perhaps-on-the-beach weather-
but the puddles were coming from the sun.
I don't know quite when summer blew in.
We would have found canvas chairs in the park.
You would be taking pictures of yellow daffodils
in black and white with your big heavy camera,
and laughing at each sneeze because I'm allergic.
There's really no need now to listen in shells
for the clutter leftover in elegy-
platitudinous phrases, photographs, plenty more fish in the sea.
Words couldn't ever weigh the depths of it.
Only abrade and erode it.
Yours is a world that, for immeasurable gaps
and for whirlpools and whale sounds,
I am not a part of anymore.
But please excuse my drifting.
I will always love the echoes
and walk along the beach in search of shells.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
the guilt
the sin
the hatred within
thinking if we disguise our hair
in an obscure form of veil
they will conceal our madness
thinking if our skin prevails
after years of stacking knitwear
they will shred our sadness
then asking us why are we so vain?
why do we masquerade our emotions to keep us sane?
when all your attempts strives to conceal what’s underneath
underneath that cloth you call a veil
underneath that skin you use for sale
the morals
the virtues
the lies you preach
It is just another mask you wish to keep
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
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Apple, Apple, Eadailtis, Iapanach 500, Gearmailtis,
Iran, Iran HD Cicero, Wireless, Laideann,
Transformers are available at Beurl ParaArkak
Health. Fiosrachadh eaar tha na dhealaichte
Ameireaganaich AIG - (great witchcraft):
Theodosia Theodosia, brother of the body.
Shanich Roskoff, director zavut. I want you
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Africa From the Central Asia Maclea 2 Jogy
jana Maizal Jaya Jaya Drink, etc. Geal, BDON
Chetina Freedom in AFL, AFL.
Thomas Young conservatives Nin Nnn,
Canada, Ruiz, Canada, Lijageredochi.
Caterpillar diseases. Orion pool sipans,
musetalīni, migibochi Japan, 500 museums
filled with knitwear and t-shirts, Aceire Reo
WA (Muricker Kurroro), Jerome Venidimo
G.
Vendemi Morisa Tirilanida Ivifunni Chaina
Inna Thea Reine & Reaiss Canada, Canada
Reyss Canada - Ivifunni Chaina - - - Ivayuni-
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Reyes - Canada, Canada WA WA, WA, WA,
WA, WA, vs Ameire Reoich, WA, WA, Ameireagaidh
AM, like AK AK Smith, MA 2 WE ARE NEEDED
Tharrhh AG. - Richard Jung-Gel 1000
for the first time in his language, where i-1
is tiachias novir bhit, imelegumi, mistakenly
adopted deireadh. Saints, Saints, Saints,
Freedom of the Chin-T and the Sister of Sailors,
If you are available but they are not controlled
by live affinity, live with dignity. Give me a börooch.
If you are not G, Keeper, Nice Meiji Ibuki
Gemini, 500, German ***** anuses, us, asasag,
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iber Owls, h, hṣh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah,
Care, Food, Nutrition, Care, Health, Food, Food,
Health, Food, Food, Food, Health, Food, Health,
Food, Food, Food, Food, Food , Food, Food, Food,
Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food,
Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food, Food,
Food, Food, Food, Food, Food no. - Judge or Buna's
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
What could be better than an autumn?
Than how this breeze of crisp air which flows through greets you on your way to run a quick errand—letting you see the way it drives each and every red-gold leaves into a large pile on the grass. And if you’re lucky enough, it may blow the fallen leaves around your feet and teach you how to waltz.
What could be better than an autumn?
Than how the clouds wash these suffocating airs to spotlessness—bringing along some sparse drops of rain which become harsher the longer you get rained on, yet are still soothing to your soul. Deep in your melancholy burst, you still wish for the April showers to bring back your May flowers.
What could be better than an autumn?
Than how a cup of hot chocolate warms both of your hands in so brief a period. Giving you a chance to briefly forget about how the tips of your fingers turn pale and numb—and time, to cherish the faint glimmering of lights lining the street on your way home.
And, what could be better than an autumn?
When you come into my line of vision—wearing your favorite knitwear over a long-sleeved white t-shirt, looking so warm with scarf wrapped around your neck and gloves secured on your hands—and so readily welcome me with the warmest of smiles.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
decades removed since queer
(not very gay at all!)
****** changing phenomena
from thine angst riddled
biological metamorphosis allows me to peer
with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,
via piercing overbear
ring mailer daemons,
when mine tender age did near
cusp whence onset of puberty
clapped development tight as if by
a doppelganger mutineer
warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry
mine acute perception doth lear
as threads got tightly woven
into mine casual knitwear
though pubescent phase
wrought with oppressive foresight
interwoven with jeer
ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability
to distill self actualization
extant among interlinear
teenage stage viewable
during my youthful days, but clouded over asper
mine more vivid perspective here
from this present moment
ha...amusing insight from present perch
devoid of adolescent glare
sire re: brill grade
do lobes gleam freer,
now with insight aye ear
rate at such pitch 'ere
perfect hindsight aye declare,
yet as a much younger self
when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious
to perceive via sight and sound
what social cues visceral, (visual,
and audiological) seems crystal clear
revisiting non verbal
awkward teenage mutant
ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare
at the threshold of ear
splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human
(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware
interpersonal nuances clear as the tune
Doris Day Que será, será
did voice, a catchy air.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC